Chapter 855: The first step into hell

Mo Lisi grew up in a casino, an illegal private casino.

It could be said that his growth was accompanied by changes in gambling tables, from the earliest ordinary wooden gambling tables without tablecloths to the marble-paved tables as big as billiard tables now.

Even now, he still worked in the casino.

People in New Jincheng could come into contact with gambling and gambling tables from a young age, and Oge was no exception.

The first thing he did after becoming an adult was to go to the casino to take a look.

It could be said that the first thing most New Jincheng people did after becoming adults was to go to the casino to take a look.

Pull a slot machine, watch the rotating pictures, and then let out a heavy sigh, or let out a sharp cheer.

They would also go to the side of the gambling table to watch for a while, to see how those games were played.

There was a very interesting phenomenon.

It might take three days to a week for a person to learn a simple skill.

But it only took one night for a person to learn a gambling game they hadn't come into contact with before, learn it quickly, master it, and start to have their own insights.

The two guys in the next bed talked about how much money they had earned in the casino recently, which made Oge's heart itch a little.

He also knew how to play cards and had been to the casino; the best time was when he won more than sixty dollars in one day, and when he lost, he lost twenty dollars.

Looking at it this way, it seemed he won more and lost less in the casino?

He recalled the local travel magazines and newspapers again, which constantly told people that some lucky person had made a lot of money in the casino today; it seemed that there would be lucky people realizing wealth freedom in an instant every day.

He turned to his side, lying on the bed, his brain recalling the ways of playing at those gambling tables in the past.

Two more days passed, and some workers in the hospital who were in the same situation as him went to find Vice President Walter again spontaneously. They originally thought Mr. Walter could provide them with some help, but unfortunately, they failed to get their wish.

Mr. Walter suggested they go to the bank for loans, which could help them get through the current difficulties.

But it was not so easy to get a loan, and Oge also went to the bank to inquire about it.

First was the interest rate issue now.

There was quite a lot of housing stock in New Jincheng, and the mortgage interest rate for real estate in Liklai State was slightly higher than in the central region of the federation.

The reason ordinary people could understand was that the financial industry in Jin State and the central region of the federation was relatively developed, and real estate was more inclined to be a "financial commodity."

However, in the southern region and areas that were industrial economic pillars, where these financial industries were slightly backward, real estate did not have financial attributes, and banks would be more cautious when dealing with real estate mortgages.

Less lending, higher interest rates.

The market price of Oge's house was about 1,200 dollars, and the bank's preliminary assessment could only give a loan of 500 dollars, and the interest rate was as high as 18%, and it could only be loaned for three years.

With interest of more than 50%, even if only 500 was loaned, it would eventually have to pay back 750 dollars.

And even if 500 was given to him, it would not be of any help to solve his current situation; he couldn't take out the other 450 dollars.

And the bank manager told him that if he intended to mortgage the house, it was impossible to give him the loan immediately.

The bank had its own rules and regulations; they would first send people to investigate the specific situation of the house, and then check whether Oge had the ability to repay.

Actually, from the bank's perspective, it should be the best plan that Oge couldn't repay the money, but the process was the process.

He must have the ability to repay, and then the bank would lend; this was a protection to prevent the bank from breaking free from shackles and becoming a monster that ate people.

Even if he was willing to loan, the loan would be at the end of May or early June.

This completely cut off his thoughts; now he couldn't rely on anyone, he could only rely on himself.

There were two days left before the hospital collected his medical expenses, and he heard the patient in the next bed talk about how he had earned hundreds of dollars in the casino again.

It seemed he had been winning for the past few days?

Oge turned to look at the other party, "How much money did you win?"

The patient in the next bed was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile, "About more than a thousand dollars."

Hearing this number, Oge's heart couldn't help but move; if he had more than a thousand dollars, he could solve the current trouble.

Actually, he didn't care so much about those refugee attackers now; what he cared about was how to keep his house, the result of twenty years of hard work!

"You won so much, the capital must be a lot, right?"

In his concept, if you want to win a lot, the capital cannot be small.

The patient in the next bed shook his head, "Actually, I only had fifty dollars at the beginning, and then my luck was very good; when the first day ended, I turned fifty dollars into more than two hundred!"

"My God!", Oge couldn't help but sit up, "How did you do it?"

That patient laughed loudly and said, "Don't think it's very difficult to do this; look, if you can win once with fifty dollars, it's one hundred; if you can win twice in a row, it's two hundred!"

"If I can win three times in a row, it's four hundred!"

That patient's face showed a kind of slightly pathological satisfaction, "If I can win four times in a row, it's eight hundred; five times is one thousand six hundred!"

"Brother, just five times!"

"Is it difficult?"

He shook his head as he said this, and immediately denied what he had just said, "Maybe it's very difficult; otherwise, I wouldn't have just turned fifty into two hundred on the first day; it should have been four hundred, or more."

"It's normal to win and lose."

He said this with an expression of wanting to share, "I have an insight, maybe you can use it."

"If you have fifty dollars, you split it into two twenty-five dollars; if you lose the first bet, the second bet is very likely to be won."

"Don't bet on that kind of small-probability gameplay; just bet on big or small; the win-loss rate is half!"

"If you win, you have seventy-five in your hand; you continue to split, continue to bet, so you always have a bottom-line opportunity."

"You only need to win twice, and you have one hundred dollars!"

"But you have to remember one point: stop when you are ahead!"

Listening to the plan the other party said, Oge was moved, and a trace of emotion appeared on his face, "Is it really okay?"

The patient in the next bed continued to laugh loudly, "Don't ask me if it's okay; look at how much I won!"

Patients in other beds also had some who were moved, but there were also those who were not interested in his theory; they all had their own theories.

Oge said thank you and thought for a while; in the afternoon, he left the hospital.

He returned home and took his passbook, took out another sixty dollars from the bank, and combined with the money on him, he had a total of one hundred dollars.

He asked the reporter to help support him, he walked with a crutch to the casino; this might be his last method.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment he entered the casino, he felt his head become much clearer.

He stood in the casino and looked back at the street in the sun outside the door; here and outside seemed to be two worlds.

When he was outside, he was muddleheaded; the moment he entered here, he felt he had gained a new life.

Perhaps… this was fate's arrangement!

The reporter was watching on the side; actually, the guy in the next bed was specially hired, just to stimulate him and let him come here.

The editor-in-chief had told them that a report that could win an award must be one that could sting society.

If you don't sting society, society won't feel the heaviness of your words; why should a report that is not heavy enough, not profound enough, win an award?

In order to win awards, fabricating news, manufacturing news, this was not strange at all in the news industry.

People all say that the entertainment circle, political circle, financial circle are vanity fairs; actually, any circle that can be linked to interests is a vanity fair!

When the casino hall manager saw Oge, he had someone get a wheelchair; the casino supported barrier-free access, and there were stairs and elevators to choose from for going up and down.

Oge said "thank you" and came to the counter to exchange for one hundred dollars in chips.

He followed the recommendation of the gambling god patient and wanted two twenty-five dollar chips and one fifty dollar chip, and then he came to the most ordinary dice table to bet on big or small.

Originally he planned to put fifty dollars, but he hesitated and put twenty-five dollars; when the result was revealed, he slapped the edge of the table and cursed a dirty word!

It wasn't that he lost, but that he won!

The dealer pushed his chips along with another twenty-five dollar chip to him; clearly he won, but his face was not very good-looking.

If he hadn't put twenty-five dollars like he was having a seizure just now, he would have had seventy-five dollars now!

Fuck!

He didn't bet continuously, but waited for a while; after four consecutive smalls, he thought this time it would definitely be big.

He put fifty dollars directly on big, but unfortunately, it was small again.

He cursed again.

Regardless of winning or losing, it seemed his temper was not smooth.

The dealer took away his fifty dollars; his breathing had begun to become rapid, and his mouth was dry.

He looked at the five consecutive smalls; this time it would definitely be big.

But he was worried, what if it was small again?

He didn't know what "independent event" was, but he knew it was possible.

He had also heard of similar things like ten or twenty consecutive smalls, and he hesitated again, putting twenty-five dollars on big.

If he lost this time, he would put everything on big next time.

His luck was not bad; he won again, but he still cursed himself, and even slapped himself.

Why?

Why couldn't he be a little bolder?

He looked at the chips in his hand dissatisfied, a total of one hundred dollars, won twice, lost once, played for nothing.

He didn't hesitate this time, put the fifty dollar chip on big; he thought that after so many consecutive smalls, this time it should be big, but soon he found that he was actually not very good at guessing big or small.

"Five points, small…"

The dealer began to clear the table; Oge's breathing had begun to become rapid; he watched the other party take away the chips in front of him, and he had clenched his fists.

He didn't know why, as long as he put twenty-five dollars, he could win; as long as he put fifty, he would lose.

Could it be… God meant for him to put twenty-five dollars every time?

He hesitated again and put twenty-five dollars, but obviously, God didn't mean that.

He only had twenty-five left.

Five minutes later, he looked at the gambling table with a blank expression; a gentleman beside him asked with a smile, "Do you still want to play?"

"Friend!"

Oge came back to his senses; he looked at the other party for a few seconds, "No, don't want to play."

He let the reporter push him away from the gambling table; in less than twenty minutes, he lost one hundred dollars.

Except for the forty dollars the editor-in-chief gave him, those sixty dollars, he had saved for more than half a year.

More than half a year of hard work became a bubble in this instant; he hated himself very much.

"Want to go back?"

The reporter asked.

Oge pressed his hand on his chest, his eyes were very hurt, and there was a kind of ruthlessness, "Push me to exchange chips…"

The reporter's movement paused, "You have already lost one hundred dollars."

Oge looked back at the reporter fiercely, "Push me to exchange chips!"

The reporter's expression was a bit complicated; he finally nodded, "No problem."

He pushed Oge to the place to exchange chips; Oge handed the passbook over, "Take it all out."

The girl behind the counter took a look, "I need to call to check."

Oge didn't object; soon the girl put down the phone, "There are thirty-seven dollars left inside; if you need to take it out, you need to sign here."

She took out an authorization agreement and pointed to the place with an underline at the end.

After signing here, the casino people were authorized to take the money out of the passbook; this was a legal guarantee; actually, they could take it out without this authorization.

Federal bank business only recognized passbooks and withdrawal vouchers; in other words, as long as there was a password, or some voucher, anyone could take money out of the bank.

Oge quickly signed his name; soon the girl handed the passbook to the person beside her; there was a bank next to it, and although it was cross-bank, it could handle these businesses.

She also put thirty-seven dollars of chips on the counter; Oge didn't say thank you either, took the chips, and let the reporter push him back to the gambling table.

In no more than ten minutes, thirty-seven dollars disappeared, leaving only a blank Oge.

Perhaps seeing his current "predicament," at this time a gentleman dressed appropriately walked over, "You need money."

He looked at Oge; Oge looked back at this person.

He had heard that there were people in the casino specially responsible for providing funds.

These were usury.

He shook his head, "I don't need money."

That person was not annoyed, but said with a smile, "I can see that you need money."

"If you can pay back the money within a week, we don't need a penny of interest; just treat it as making a friend."

"If you can't pay it back within a week, calculate interest and principal according to the compound interest method of 2% of the total amount per week."

He spread his hands, "If you want money, it only takes a few minutes for us to confirm that you have collateral for borrowing money, and sign a few words, and the money will be in your hands."

Oge shook his head after listening to him finish, "Sorry, I don't need money."

"It doesn't matter; if you have needs, you can find me here at any time."

He said this, waved his hand, and said goodbye to Oge and left.

Back in the hospital, he lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep; in one day he lost one hundred and thirty-seven dollars; he lost all the remaining money.

His wife should still have a little, a few dollars, or more than ten dollars; this was the limit.

He didn't sleep all night, until after dawn, he slept in a daze for a while.

During the day, his wife came over, sent some food to him, and asked if he had seen the passbook.

The money in her hand was not much, and it was the beginning of the month, the time to pay bills.

Oge was stunned for a moment, and he was shocked; the whole person seemed to start sweating in an instant; he could even feel every pore of his body secreting sweat!

He pretended to be calm and shook his head, "I didn't see it."

His wife sighed, comforted him a few words, and then left.

She was going back to look for it again, but what she didn't know was that the passbook was under Oge's pillow at this time.

At noon, the administrative doctor came again, "Oge, we have given you a long time; if you still can't pay the expenses the day after tomorrow, then we can only sue you."

This time the doctor's attitude was very bad; after he finished speaking, he left without looking back, with an impatient face.

For patients who owed medical expenses like this, he couldn't maintain a good attitude.

For a job position like his, someone owing medical expenses was equivalent to his work error, which would deduct his bonus and salary; how could he show a smile to these people?

After he left, Oge silently got up and came to the bathroom, using cold water to hit his face.

He looked at his battered self in the mirror, and there was a voice in his brain at this time.

Two days later, these people in the hospital were going to take away his house.

Then why not fight one last time before the hospital took away his house?

If luck was bad, anyway, he would lose his house.

If luck was good, he could not only keep this house, but maybe also make a fortune.

In the afternoon, he asked the reporter to push him home once; his wife was not at home; he got the proof of the property and then went to the casino.

He found the gentleman from yesterday and handed the property proof over, "How much money can this borrow from you?"

That gentleman showed a sunny smile on his face; while checking these documents, he asked, "How to address you, sir?"

"Oge, just call me Oge."

"Okay, Oge, do you roughly know what the market price of your house is?"

Oge nodded, "One thousand one or two hundred dollars."

That gentleman shook his head, "Actually, I can't give that much; if it can really be sold for one thousand one or two hundred dollars, you can try to hang it for so much and see if it can be sold."

"I can guarantee you, you will absolutely not be able to sell it!"

"One thousand dollars, or nine hundred and fifty dollars, is the appropriate price; I can give you six hundred dollars; you have six months."

"If you can't give me nine hundred and fifty dollars after six months, this house will become my thing; any problem?"

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